The Beggining Of A Nightmare

Seth instinctively made distance from his enemy, after experiencing that fearsome sensorial attack. There were beads of cold sweat running down his forehead, while he watched the surroundings with care. 

"Spiritual Energy... So, you have a spiritual artifact on you." 

Seth watched in horror, as the ethereal particles scattered around the area, moved towards a single point, starting to reform the body of the goddess he had just destroyed. He wiped the blood out of the corner of his mouth and kept cycling over his Evergreen Essence to heal his internal wounds. 

As her being was getting reconstructed, she said those words. Her eyes were glued to that huge crimson greatsword on Seth's hands, certain that it must be the artifact housing the spirit that was spoiling her abilities.